Page 58 of Splintered Hearts

“Don’t stop.” I reach behind, pulling him against me and rubbing his clothed cock against me. Nearly collapsing, I brace my hands on the shower wall as Jamie jerks me off, rutting against my ass. “Come, Noah. I want you to come.”

I grind back against him. Jamie tenses behind me, his hand picks up speed. Everything is so intense. “Jamie—” Kissing him harder, I moan against him, whimpering as my orgasm hits me in waves.

Panting softly against his lips, I pull back, looking up. Jamie’s mouth parts, his eyes glassy and eager. Leaning up, I kiss him one last time. “Apology accepted.”

Letting me go abruptly, Jamie rolls his eyes. "Asshole.”

“Your turn.” I reach for his boxers but Jamie catches my wrist. “What?”

“I’m fine.”

“What—” I look down as understanding hits me. “Did you?” My jaw falls open. “Wow.”

“Don’t tease me. Please,” he snaps. “This is embarrassing.”

Looping my arms around his neck, I know we’ll lose warm water at any moment. “A compliment of the highest order, I promise.” Giving us both some space, I step back. “At least let me clean you up.”

“I took a shower this morning. I’m fine.”

“I have eyes. I’m very aware of how fine you are. Now give me the goods.”

“I’m fine.”

“Come on!”

“I’m clean. I’m fine.”

Smiling, I pinch Jamie’s stomach, laughing as he swats it away. “I’m not above begging.” I laugh as Jamie dodges my hands.

“Noah—”

“What... what’s the matter?” Teasing, I try to wash him as Jamie avoids my advances. “Come on, let me clean you properly!”

“Noah—” I reach for him and Jamie misses my hand as it slips under his shirt.

I freeze.

What the hell?

“Jamie—”

All the playfulness gets sucked out of the room. “I said I’m fine,” he snaps.

“I’m sorry. I thought we were playing—”

“Towels are in the cabinet next to the sink.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving me in water that’s slowly running cold. What the hell was that? Raised skin above his belly button. It wasn’t just a simple scar, that was... What the hell was that?Whatever it was, it felt huge and jagged. Jamie eyes me one last time, and the hurt in those eyes makes me feel like shit.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t—” Jamie leaves, shutting the door hard. Shit, I fucked up. I thought we were playing around. All the good feelings from five minutes ago are gone. What the hell was that?

What happened to Jamie?

Fifteen

Noah

On Monday, Jamie’s mother called me for an interview, and I started work on Wednesday. By Friday, I’ve got the catalog system down. It was pretty easy to pick up.

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